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This is quite possibly the most difficult post I have ever had to write. Two days ago, my beloved ten-year-old chihuahua, Chiquita, went to be with the angels. Her daddy and I are heartbroken. We knew she was getting older, but it happened very quickly and unexpectedly, and in a way I feel like we were robbed. Like if we had known we only had a short time left with her, we would have spent more time with her and given her more attention, and we'd have had time to prepare ourselves. It just feels so unfair to have her ripped away from us like this.
The one thing we have to be grateful for, is that we were able to be by her side as she was peacefully put to rest (after all attempts to restore her breathing had failed). My biggest fear was of coming home one day to find she had died all alone, and I am grateful that it didn't happen that way.
The photo above is the last one ever taken of her. It was taken about three-and-a-half months ago. I am working on a little therapeutic project using more of her photos, which I will post when it is finished.
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